Stop dancing like that. it looks like you're giving a lap dance," says Frank. He orders me to unroll the fringes of my shawl and flatten them out. At a nod from Lorna I push the fringes out of sight, hanging them on my breast, and give a seductive smile at Frank. I wonder if he is hard because I am, but then I realise he is having trouble because he has a hard-on underneath his trousers. I just laugh and shrug my shoulders at his foolish question. I move my eyes back and forth between my master and mistress for a few seconds, then close them and concentrate on him alone. My breathing becomes faster and faster and I begin sucking in my tummy and pushing my breasts out. Lorna comes over and slaps my bum. She likes to take out the badness. It makes her feel good too. She slaps me again, harder. "He likes that, Lorna." says Frank. I put my hand up to the buttock he's just slapped and gently move my fingertips along it. "See what I mean?" asks Frank. Lorna nods. She seems to find the whole thing a bit funny, especially the way I'm responding to the slaps. "Get some more cake and sit on the mats. We'll do some more practicing after the cake and tea," she says, and she picks the cake up off the floor. I know what she wants me to do, but I don't move off the stool. Lorna seems to be in a hurry. "Come on, don't fuck around," says Frank. I put my hands on Lorna's hips, pressing them, feeling her start to shudder a little. "What have you got?" asks Frank. "Maybe she just wants to do something different now," says Judy. She looks me straight in the eyes, the little ones, too, and starts rubbing them. "Frank, why don't you take Judy into the bedroom and let me have a go." "You could do it with that thing on your head. You're not hard." says Lorna. "Don't be such a bitch," says Frank. "Lorna, for God's sake get her to fuck you. You're not normal. You're dead normal." He slaps her on the thigh. "She just won't do what she's told." I watch Frank walk off with Judy, her short shorts pulled tight around her thighs. I can't get up on my feet. I'm in a bit of a daze. What has happened to me? Judy and I have never actually done anything like this before, apart from with each other. As we walk into the lounge Judy tells me that being dead in the world makes you feel so sad you just want to fuck someone up. A few days ago she was the same as me. So I feel less lonely. They have found me a place in the back room of this big empty shop in the country. Lorna has done it all for me. She always does this for me. I see her taking the dress off the hanger that was hung up for me. She holds me tight and tugs it on my back, and then tugs the bottom of the dress to my waist. I can feel her fingers in my pubes. "I love you," she whispers in my ear. She's excited. She seems to have been in a big hurry. I'm not sure she's even heard me when I say, "Thanks, Judy. I love you too." She doesn't hear me, and my voice is drowned in her breath. She's breathing all in my face and rubbing herself up against me. I'm so glad I brought a bit of cake with me, because I'm never that hungry. I start eating it, licking my fingers, and Judy comes right down and licks my tits. She doesn't know I'm being dead at this moment. She just licks my tits, licks them for ages. I'm hard and Judy is too, but it doesn't stop her licking. I can feel her tongue and tongue in my nipples with her teeth. I take her head, licking her forehead and tipping it back in my hands. "You want to do it, don't you?" she whispers. I nod my head and feel her face against my chest. The hair on her chest tickles my breasts. Her arms around me, warm and sticky, rubbing me on the outside of my tights. I don't know why she is doing this. I'm not sure I really want her to do it. My pussy is really wet and I'm afraid of getting myself pregnant. I don't want to fuck her, but I want to come. I don't know what to do. Lorna has put my feet up on a chair. I get up on my knees, pulling Judy by the arms on to the floor. She sits back a little, her skirt pulled up over her waist, a big bump on the horizon. I pull her hair and kiss her on the lips, but she tries to pull away and I'm holding her. She's going to hurt me. She's going to hurt me. She's hurting me. I've got my legs together now. She's pulling at my hips and I try to push her away. I can't stop her pulling at me, trying to fuck me. I'm trying to think, but my head hurts. My arms are pinned to my sides, my tights pulling tight around my thighs. She has my tights pulled around my thighs. I'm doing this because I don't want her to rip my tights. I can't do it. I can't stop her. She can't be hurting me. I see her fingers moving between her legs. I try to kick out at her and scream, but she just squeezes harder. She won't stop. She's hurting me. I can't do anything. I've just got to get through it. My tights are torn. She's moving faster, jerking me, pulling me up by my tights. My eyes are shut. I'm being hurt. I think I'm going to come. I'm screaming at her. She's going to make me come. She's hurting me. I'm hurting too. I can't make myself stop. I'm coming and coming and coming. I can't stop. I'm making all this noise and I can't stop. I can't stop. It's coming and coming and coming. She's got her hand in my cunt and my tights are pulled tight around my thighs, her fingers in me, pushing me. I can't. It's coming and coming and coming. I'm so wet and I can't stop. I want it to stop, but I can't stop it. I'm coming. I'm coming. It's coming and coming and coming. I can't stop. I can't stop. I'm coming. I'm coming. I can't stop. It's going to go on. I can't stop it. It's going to go on. It's going to go on. It's going to go on. She's coming. She's coming. She's pulling my tights up, pulling them up. She's going to hurt me. She's hurting me. She's hurting me. She's going to hurt me. I'm screaming at her. She's got her hand in my cunt, her hand in me. She's pulling hard on my tights. I can't breathe. She's pulling hard, pulling hard. She's pulling my tights. She's pulling me. She's pulling my tights up. She's pulling. She's pulling. She's